He woke up.
Every morning he felt
grateful that he was even alive, much less functioning properly. He
groped for his glasses, slamming his palm against a side table
repeatedly until he hit some hard plastic frames. Those would be his
glasses, he realized bitterly, hoping he didnt break them.
The boy slid them on
over his squinting hazelnut eyes, muttering about how he should be a
little more careful. He did something like this every morning before
finally standing up, clutching his head, and walking out of his
Falling down the
stairs, the boy landed face-first into carpet. He spit out some stray
fuzz before looking up at the sneering face before him. His sister.
She literally stepped all over him, though she was no more than three
feet tall. Her black hair whipped around as she gleefully jumped off
of his kneecap and onto a higher stair, looking down at the flattened